Most people who know me, know I'm a divorced mom. I don't know how to sound like that's not "complaining" or trolling for sympathy (it's neither) but after 14 years of being divorced (and the latest several of those renewed in my faith), I guess I'm more matter-of-fact about that fact than not.
I also sometimes find I'm more fortunate (blessed) than others in my situation. But then, I'm 14 years into it, so it's old news to me. Of course, I didn't go into marriage thinking I'd end up divorced (I don't know who does), and don't get me wrong, I'm not "happy" or "proud" to have divorced. It just is the way it is. (And the marriage was annulled in the Catholic Church, but that's another story.)
So sometimes, when I find myself in conversations with new friends who share freely with me that they've got similar troubles, I always. always. always. offer one major piece of advice.
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